A/N sorry I haven't updated in ages! I have been on holiday, with my mum and then my dad. Funny how they both decide on places with no internet, ha-ha no. I nearly died. So on a happier note, I was able to think of ideas for what happens in future chapters so on with probably my longest chapter.

Disclaimer: i dont own icarly or csi

Enjoy…

…oh crap

I sat there; head resting on my hands, as I just took in what had happened. I didn't know why I was so angry at myself, I wouldn't have acted on it anyway. I would have just deleted it with all of the others, but I couldn't help but feel guilty. My eyes were staring lasers into the innocent looking phone placed in front of Izzy. With my hands entangled in my hair, I awaited the thousands of questions that will follow. I was still sat in silence 5 minutes later.

Why did I never check the phone? I guess it was because I didn't want to read all of Jonah's cheesy pickup lines. But what is there was a call or text for help? I never would find out. He had no idea that I had a different phone. It would be like texting my old cat frothy, pointless and wouldn't do anything to help. I will have the guilt of knowing he needed help and he called me, and I ignored it, all because I thought he was too clingy. But now I will not be able to check my phone and see 20 new messages. I will see the blank default wallpaper of my phone staring back at me.

"You can go now" my head shot up, hands let go of the masses of hair and stared at Izzy, she seemed unusually calm. She gave me a smile which wasn't fake but wasn't the true smile which she usually gives me. I slowly rose out of the chair and stumbled out of the room grabbing the wall a couple of times so I didn't fall. At the door I saw security ready to escort me out of the building, as I was about to go with them I looked back into the office and saw Izzy still sat there with that smile, staring at me. I looked away and let the man in the brown uniform lead me out of HQ.

at home

I was laid on my back in bed with my hair sprawled across the numerous cushions. I had a picture of me and Jonah at the beach, above my face, looking at our blissful emotions and just noticing the couples in the background smiling at us. It was an action photo of Jonah spinning me around after we had got out of the sea (we had a day trip to the beach), I looked truly happy in that photo, and wondered if I ever feel that way again.

I heard a faint knock on the door, and saw Izzy poke her head around the door "you ok?" I shrugged my shoulders, letting my hands fall to my sides. In the motion, I accidently let go of the picture. I was unaware, until I heard the sound of shattering glass. I instantly sat up and lunged for the photo frame. I saw some of the cracked glass from the frame on the floor; I was soon on my hands and knees searching for the abstracts of fallen glass pieces.

"I don't think so, you've been in here since I have gotten home which was at least 2 hours ago and Carly even said that you went straight into your room when you got home, are you sure you're ok?"

I ignored Izzy's question, sat down with the glass pieces trying to fix them into the frame by placing the shards of glass in the correct places. Soon all the glass was in place but you are never to get all of the glass, there are always little pieces that get lost, and can't be put back. I looked at the photo and realise that the place where it was shattered was his chest. Like his heart was shattered. It became too real then because that is exactly what it was like. The picture frame is a metaphor for what my life has become. Jonah's death shattered me and me breaking up with Jonah shattered his heart. Now it is shattered I will not find the missing pieces. It can get better but will never be as complete as it was. I placed it onto my bedside table grabbed a cushion and let the tears flow. I heard a soft click and that was Izzy leaving me on my own, to cry until I die of dehydration due to crying.

I eventually ventured out of my room for a drink, turns out being dehydrated isn't that nice. As soon as I left I immediately regretted it. Carly ran up to me, lead me to the sofa and bombarded me with questions. After a while I was wondering whether she would actually let me answer, I decided to shut her up so I can at least think

"Carls…" more questions "Carly…" still questions "CARLOTTA!" that seemed to shut her up, I never usually call her by that name but it was the only reasonable way I could think of to get her to shut up.

"I'm fine, just in mourning that's all" she gave me a half-hearted smile and walked to the kitchen, leaving me alone on the sofa. She came back with 2 mugs of coffee, and placed one on the coffee table in front of me.

"Who would have known how sad we feel about Jonah knowing that we hated him in ridgeway" Carly said looking sadly down at her coffee and taking a sip. I picked it up and drunk half of the cup, burning the room of my mouth in the process. I pulled a face trying to cover up the pain my mouth was in.

"We disliked him" I whispered, Carly looked at me with confused eyes "we never hated him, we just severely disliked him" I didn't look up; I just rose from my spot on the couch and withdrew to my room. Leaving Carly and the half drunk coffee behind.

I thought back to the questioning and actually thought about the enemy question. Like I said no one I knew hated him, but a lot of people disliked him. I could write a whole 2 mile long list if you want. And that is what I did (kind of); I got my red sharpie pen and my senior year yearbook and started circling all the people that disliked Jonah. I was surprised it was less than I thought, but it was still a lot.

If someone was to look in my room I would look like the stereotypical teenager looking and giggling at cute guys in the year book, but actually I was laughing at the fact that I knew what most of them ended up to be like. Take Jake Crandle for example, he was Mr perfect in high school, now he works in the mini mart down the street from Bushwell Plaza. Oh but guess this he still hasn't given up on his musical dream, for about 8 years he has been making a 'comeback' single as he liked to call it. Honestly with the time it has taken him to make it (he still hasn't finished), it should be amazing. But I have heard a sample, it's worse than the iCarly song he wrote.

I heard a knock on the door and Izzy's head poke round the door "you ok?" I had a weird sense of déjà vu "yeah I'm fine actually"

Izzy came in my room, and dove onto my bed. I laughed as a saw her rebound and spin onto the floor and land with an 'oopf'

"Oh yeah I'm fine by the way thanks for asking" she said sarcastically as she got up of the floor. "Ooh what is this" she said as she looked like she had just struck gossip gold, she grabbed my yearbook before I could even register what she was doing and ran out of the room.

"Shit… Izzy get back here NOW!" I sprang up from where I was sat and chased her all around the small apartment. All I could see/hear was her giggling at the yearbook. Lucky for me she ran into her room and locked it. She was trapped, the only way she could get out is through the window and there is a long way to the ground floor. I grabbed a bobby pin from my hair and got to work. In under 10 seconds I was in (not my best time), but while I was doing that I could hear her cursing and rummaging around, I guess trying to find a place to hide it.

I got in faster than she thought because she still was rummaging around in a box near her bed. When she hear me she stood up straight spun around and hid the yearbook around her back.

"Where is it?" I said asked acting dumb pretending to have our own little interrogation session

"I have no idea" she said trying to hold back a smile but biting her lip and nervously looking to the floor.

"Are you absolutely positive that that is the truth, Officer?" I said raising my eyebrows at her and slowly walking towards her.

She looked up and noticed I was walking towards her so she started edging back to the wall "y-y-yes" she stammered

"I think someone is lying" as I said the last word I lunged for the book, I grabbed it but she still held onto it "Give. It. Me. Back. " I said as we fought for the book.

I didn't know how long we were fighting because I just noticed Carly come in and join in the fight. I could tell she just wanted us to stop, I kept hearing "guys stop" or "put the book down" or "how would you feel if you were the book". Then I felt some water squirt on my face and I immediately dropped the book, as did Izzy. I looked to Carly and noticed she had the red squirty bottle in her hand and a smirk on her face.

"What are you fighting about?" Carly spoke with clear tiredness in her voice, as I grabbed my year book of the floor

"I just wanted to look at the yearbook" Izzy said innocently shrugging and pointed to my hands

"And I didn't want her to look at my yearbook" I said like it was obvious but glaring at Izzy in the process

Carly scoffed "why just because of what you did to Freddie's picture?" my mouth dropped. I showed no one my year book and told no one about my Freddie crush. My expression soon turned to anger, she looked without my permission, plus she had her own why look at mine? Carly noticed my expression and realised that I didn't know she knew.

"You looked in my yearbook? You look in my yearbook!" my voice rose and you could tell I was hurt.

She picked up the red bottle and held it at arm's length "I have witnesses" motioning to Izzy; anyone could tell that she was terrified of what she thought I was going to do to her. As I lunged for her Izzy put her arm inbetween us and interrupted our little almost murder.

"What did you do to his picture?" Izzy asked clearly wanting to know (this is good blackmail stuff for her)

"She drew hearts and Mrs Benson all over it" Carly shouted and ran out on the room. I'll deal with her later.

"I was just wondering what all the red circles were about?" I could tell she wanted to change the subject because she knew that if she spoke one more word of it she if the closest target.

"well, earlier when we were talking about Jonah's enemies, I was thinking there were no enemies I could think of, but there was a whole lot of people who disliked him in Ridgeway" I motioned her to continue the sentence

"And you were thinking any of their dislikes could have gotten worse" Izzy said finishing it off and I nodded "well then… show me"

I flopped down on her bed and she followed suit. I opened the year book on the first page and started showing her my year book, telling her the names and why they were circled. It took me a while to get through because we were laughing at the pictures (staying clear of the… Freddie page should I call it) and I was telling her funny stories about my past. Anyway it was quite funny reliving my past to someone who isn't Carly, Spencer or Gibby.

"You had one weird year, the most interesting person in my year was the janitor's daughter" Izzy said repositioning on her bed.

"What did she do?"

"Oh she did nothing, the only thing interesting about her is that she was the janitors daughter, and the fact that she was living proof that someone is so desperate that they would have sex with... that" Izzy shuddered at the thought. I laughed; I would have hated her school. Izzy sighed

"You do know now that we will have to bring them all in for questioning, right" she said

"Yeah" I was feeling guilty knowing that all of these people's personal records will be searched and anything suspicious will be questioned.

next day in headquarters

I decided to go into work the next day, mainly because I had court hearing of my last case. But also because I would be all alone in my apartment and that would get quite boring (even if there is girly cow on TV).

I was walking down to the courtroom, when Izzy came up beside me "good luck in there, I hope she'll get put away"

"Yeah, god she was even weirder than that Shannon chick Freddie dated in high school"

Izzy laughed, looked down and then back up again, readjusting the stack of papers she was holding "You know some weird people"

"Ye, you said that yesterday"

"Yeah I know but Gibby, you know the shirtless potato?" we stopped outside her office, while she struggled to get her keys out while holding the papers.

"Yeah" when she opened the door she let out a sigh of relief as she set the papers down on her desk

"he got arrested for going into a shop shirtless but guess this he didn't do it once, oh no he did it twenty four times" she said raising her eye brows and sitting in her chair

"We always knew he was…" I pulled a face because I was struggling to think of a word to describe Gibby

"Special?" Izzy cut in

"Yeah sure lets go with that" I said laying down on her couch in front of her desk.

"Oh and since when did Freddie Benson turn out so yummy?" she said spinning her chair

"Freddie… yummy. Those words can't be used in the same sentence" I said resorting to my old ways

"Says the one who wants to be Mrs Freddie Benson" she said smirking

"Shut up" I glared at her "I've got to go, don't want to be late" I said, I mentally slapped myself for coming up with a bad excuse.

Izzy rolled her eyes and put her feet on the desk "you're always late, what difference does it make?" "I dunno, I just want to get out of this conversation, so bye" I said and ran out so she couldn't ask any questions

"You will talk one day" I heard Izzy shout as I left her office. I laugh as I come to a walk before entering the courtroom, everyone is sat waiting for me… as usual. I walk to the front row of benches "all rise for Judge Howard"

I left the courtroom after a LONG court hearing. Seriously we had all the evidence, she even admitted that she did it to us and yet she was pleading guilty. "Case dismissed" the bang of the hammer was the best thing I have heard all day. I stood up and was the first to leave.

"Good work there, Sam" James, my boss, said patting my back as I left the room. I turned my phone of silent (got to respectful in the court room), and noticed I have a text off Izzy

I no u r in cort bt cud u com 2 my ofis asap after?

Thanks izzy xxx

I turned on my heal and marched straight to Izzy's office. She was in there with stacks of paperwork lined up in front of her. Her hands were tangled in her brunette hair and she looked like she wanted all of it to just disappear. I coughed because she didn't seem to notice my presence. I didn't want to mess with an annoyed Izzy, it's like messing with a meat deprived Sam, not very pretty.

"your classmates interrogation is next Wednesday" I see what she was so annoyed about, I have had to do that, there is a lot of paperwork to do and explaining to do their bosses. "You're overlooking the interviews"

"I didn't realise that I was going to have anything to do with it…" I was confused, it was the rules, I was not supposed to do it because I could be biased because I knew what they were like, but not now. I could think 'oh they would have never have done that', but people change.

"they have been split up into groups of 5, all you have to do is explain to every group what is going on, and since it is from you they might spill more because they know what you are like" Izzy said, she gave me a piece of paper with the groups and who was in it. People in the groups didn't seem to be in any order.

"Talk to you at home" she said and then shooed me out of the room.

I closed her door and looked at the first group on the paper.

Group 1

Carly Shay,

Spencer Shay,

Wendy Collins, (a/n don't know her real last name)

Jake Crandle,

Freddie Benson.

hope you enjoyed this chapter again sorry its late :L Oh and in my story Wendy and Jonah dated and then he cheated on her in Ridgeway and Jonah mocked Jake's singing. So that is why they hate each other.

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